This fourpiece from Brooklyn are one of the many young bands who owe an obvious debt to art-rock antecedent Lou Reed.

The fast and furious tunes on their Light Up Gold album have, like promising New York groups before them, been warmly embraced early in their career over here. “I’ve been to London more times this year than I have to my parents’ house,” said guitarist and vocalist Austin Brown.

There were shades of The Strokes on the choppy guitars of The More It Works, though Parquet Courts were too cool to flirt with any best-new-band hype. Instead, they focused on a performance of wayward belligerence that was grounded in unrelenting, pile-driving rhythms.

Andrew Savage’s pugnacious singing was accompanied by a flinty-eyed scowl and his band mates’ headbanging, which demonstrated a disregard for repetitive strain injury.

Despite their languid wise guy banter between songs, this gig threatened to get a little humourless as they rattled through terse tunes such as the 66-second Smart Aleck Kid.

The breakthrough came during the pogoing New York punk of Master of My Craft, which expanded on the original with beguiling guitar textures.

These short, sharp songs were given room to breathe on stage and there was a primal thrill to the rowdy three-way vocals as they segued from one song to the next.

There were some winning lyrics in these two-chord triumphs, too, particularly Stoned and Starving on which Savage considered an order of “Swedish fish, roasted peanuts or liquorice”. They may have written a slacker anthem but Parquet Courts’ work ethic at this rousing show was beyond reproach.